THE   TRAIN    IS   A    DASHING   ARROW 
 OVER              THE               SEA. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 LOOK   CLOSER   -    IT'S   NOT   WATER. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 THE LOWLAND  WHICH WAS  ONCE THE MIDRIFF 
 OF  SWEDEN.  THE  SALT  FLATS  SPAN  FOR 
 HUNDREDS  OF  MILES.  FROM A NARROW LINE 
 OF  HILLS  THE TRAIN LOWERS ITSELF  ONTO 
 THE CRYSTALS  AND SHOOTS  NORTH,  LIKE A 
 SYRINGE       INTO       A       BALOON. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 THEY CALL IT  THE  "MANDELBROT  CRATER", 
 AND IT IS THE REST OF A MINING DISASTER. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 SUN  HITS THE FOUR-RAILED  TRACK,  AS IT 
 FRACTURES  INTO  VILLAGES OR PAST  THEM. 
 THE  PEOPLE  HERE  ARE  PALE BUT  CRISP, 
 REFLECTIONS    OF   SOME   OTHER   WORLD 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 THEY ALWAYS SEEM A BIT ANNOYED  THAT YOU 
 ARE   MANIFESTING  THEM   INTO  PHYSICAL 
 FORM. LIKE  IF YOU  WEREN'T  HERE,  THEY 
 WOULD  BE  NOTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  SUN 
 AGAINST           THE           PLATFORM